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Inside a CAMERA OBSCURA.
There's a pinhole to capture all the sun.
At night our love is dark as ink.
You tell me to smile and I braid your hair.
We are nothing but inverted images.
Upstairs children develop like ghosts.
In the corners of their rooms we settle down.
CAMERA OBSCURA our house, a black box.
Inside a CAMERA OBSCURA.
There's a pinhole to capture all the sun.
You tell me to smile and I braid your hair.
We are nothing but inverted images.
CAMERA OBSCURA!
Inside a CAMERA OBSCURA.
There's a pinhole to capture all the sun.
You tell me to smile and I braid your hair.
In my CAMERA OBSCURA!